By Joe Moody

I was in fifth grade, which would have made me about 10 or 11, and for some reason, at that time I lived in a constant state of fear. I think it was a product of an overactive imagination, but anything remotely scary would freak me out for days. My brother talked me into watching Alien on TV – the “edited for content” version mind you – and that night I was positive that there was a face hugger under my bed. These types of feelings put me on high alert for anything that might be scary, but as a proud fifth grader I suffered in silence not wanting anyone to know that everything scared me. My secret was about to be exposed at the happiest place on earth. [Read more…]